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Eighteen

ผู้เขียน: Mid_Night
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2024-11-20 14:46:44

The hum of the private jet was the only sound in the dim cabin. Daisy sat by the window, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared out into the night sky. Across from her, Louis leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his fingers steepled in thought. Liam sat a few seats away, speaking in hushed tones on the phone, gathering intel on Natalie’s abduction.

Daisy's mind was a storm of emotions. She had narrowly escaped danger, but the knowledge that Natalie was in Ricci's clutches unsettled her deeply. The memory of Natalie screaming for her to run played on a loop in her mind. It didn't add up. If Natalie had been helping her, why was she at the gala in the first place?

"You're too quiet," Louis's voice broke through her thoughts. She turned to find him watching her, his piercing eyes softening slightly as they met hers.

"I'm just... trying to make sense of everything," Daisy admitted.

Louis reached out, covering her hand with his. "You don't have to. Let me handle it."

"But Na
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  • Reborn: I want my billionaire back    Seventy

    The nex tmorning Daisy woke up in Ezekiel's house, it took her a moment to remember she wasn’t dreaming.For a second, she lay there—still, breath held—as if any movement might shatter the fragile peace around her. The sun filtered in through tall glass windows, illuminating the soft sheen of the cream-colored curtains. The sheets beneath her were warm, clean, smelling faintly of lavender and something else—steady, cool, and faintly metallic. It was a scent she was beginning to associate with Ezekiel.All she could keep thinking about was what her mornings usually meant. For years, mornings meant tension. Meant calculating risk before opening her eyes. Meant holding her breath, listening for footsteps, for keys turning in locks. But here... the only sound was birdsong. The hush of wind in trees. Silence, heavy, but not hollow. Silence that didn’t punish.She turned slowly onto her side, taking in the room—the soft grays and dusty blues that wrapped around her like a lullaby. There was

  • Reborn: I want my billionaire back    Sixty Nine

    Daisy had never imagined she’d get used to the silence.Not like this.The silence of Ezekiel’s home was soft, like a hush that blanketed everything in peace instead of fear. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that made her skin crawl or her lungs tighten. There were no ticking clocks counting down to another outburst, no creaking floors that betrayed someone approaching too quickly, too angrily. There were no sharp voices through walls, no slamming doors, no whispers behind her back.Just stillness.The rustle of wind slipping through the trees outside the windows. The gentle creak of the old house settling into its bones. The occasional chirp of a bird brave enough to perch near the sill. That was it.And Ezekiel.It was always Ezekiel.Somehow he had managed to weave his way into her life.He had a way of being present without taking up space, of speaking without making her flinch. His presence didn’t demand anything. He didn’t fill the air with meaningless chatter to try and “fix” her. H

  • Reborn: I want my billionaire back    Sixty Eight

    The next morning Daisy woke up in Ezekiel's house, it took her a moment to remember she wasn’t dreaming. For a second, she lay there—still, breath held—as if any movement might shatter the fragile peace around her. The sun filtered in through tall glass windows, illuminating the soft sheen of the cream-colored curtains. The sheets beneath her were warm, clean, smelling faintly of lavender and something else—steady, cool, and faintly metallic. It was a scent she was beginning to associate with Ezekiel. For years, mornings meant tension. Meant calculating risk before opening her eyes. Meant holding her breath, listening for footsteps, for keys turning in locks. But here... the only sound was birdsong. The hush of wind in trees. Silence, heavy, but not hollow. Silence that didn’t punish. She turned slowly onto her side, taking in the room—the soft grays and dusty blues that wrapped around her like a lullaby. There was a reading nook in the corner, books tucked into shelves like quie

  • Reborn: I want my billionaire back    Sixty Seven

    Daisy sat cross-legged on the floor of the abandoned workshop Ezekiel had claimed as their occasional meeting spot. The scent of sawdust and faint traces of oil hung in the air, and the cracked windows let in just enough light to give the space an otherworldly glow.Across from her, Ezekiel was crouched over a blueprint spread out on a makeshift table, his brows furrowed in concentration. A faint smudge of ink streaked across his cheek, and Daisy couldn’t help but let her gaze linger.“You’re staring,” Ezekiel said without looking up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.Daisy’s cheeks flushed. “No, I’m not.”He glanced at her then, his hazel eyes dancing with amusement. “You’re a terrible liar.”She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite in her response. “Focus on your work.”“I would if someone wasn’t distracting me,” he teased, sitting back on his heels.Daisy huffed, but the warmth spreading in her chest betrayed her irritation. Moments like this—quiet, unguarded—they were b

  • Reborn: I want my billionaire back    Sixty Six

    The room was quiet except for the rhythmic flicker of the lantern hanging from the low ceiling. Its dim light cast warm, dancing shadows over the walls, illuminating the worn furniture and the faint outlines of two figures. Daisy sat in her usual corner, her knees pulled to her chest, her face half-hidden beneath the curtain of her hair. Ezekiel was nearby, his posture relaxed as he leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the small cloth bag sitting between them.“You didn’t eat much last time,” Ezekiel said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, unassuming, but there was a trace of concern in his tone. “I figured I’d bring these along.”Daisy glanced at the bag, her expression neutral. But the faintest flicker of curiosity crossed her face when she caught the familiar scent of freshly baked pastries.“Your favorite,” Ezekiel added, nudging the bag closer to her.Her lips twitched into a fleeting smile she quickly suppressed. She hadn’t mentioned her preferences in years—hadn’t

  • Reborn: I want my billionaire back    Sixty Five

    Natalie watched Louis from across the room, her eyes narrowed as he sat slouched in his chair, nursing a glass of whiskey. His injuries had mostly healed, but the emotional wounds he carried were far from mended. He barely acknowledged her presence, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.She smiled faintly, masking the bitterness that twisted in her chest. Tonight would be the night she secured her future.“Louis,” she called softly, stepping closer. Her voice was soothing, almost maternal. “You’ve been drinking too much again.”“I’m fine,” he muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.“No, you’re not,” she said firmly, taking the glass from his hand. “Come sit with me.”He didn’t resist as she guided him to the couch. She handed him another drink, this one carefully prepared.As he drank, Natalie sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. “I’ve been worried about you,” she said, her tone sweet and laced with concern.Louis blinked slowly, his vision beginning to blur. “I’m

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